Digestion clause.

"Well there is a clause in your contract that gives leeway if you are away due to preforming mating rituals, religious ceremonies or formal greeting performances Galactic species. Some species keep their mates for days or take hours just to say hello. This could be considered all three in our culture so you are covered. We can also get some diplomatic work done while you are still coherent before you get too digested. I like being efficient with my prey, big mouse." Tilly explained.

You spend a few hours talking to Tilly about your respective homeworlds. You explain what mice, cats and dogs are on Earth clearing up a few confusions from your off-hand comments before. She lets you know that you will also be compatible with the mice from her planet and be expected to mate with one of them at some time. You discuss some diplomatic points and she takes you home to talk with her primary mate, the Felionester ambassador, whom you met at the party the other day. He talks to you through the belly of his mate. You all agree that in the future Humans are to be considered too big to be live prey. The Felionester ambassador will have this declared to his people to avoid award interactions between your two galactic species in the future.

You feel your body begin to break down, thanks to the biotech inside you it does not hurt, only tingle. Eventually, you blackout. You wake up having reformed in the Felionester's toilet room, they did not have a 'bathroom' as they did not have baths. Being a "humanoid" race their furniture and other homely items were all very similar to your own but with a distinctly alien feel to them. Their habitat was linked to a much smaller habitat for the Mice. You met the ambassador's other mates and his children.

You then said goodbye to Tilly but instead of going back to your enclosure went over to the mouse side of this one, you had to crawl as everything there was made for someone 4 foot tall.